I knew was doing the right thing not minding the puddles of rain and how stepping on them stains my legs on this drizzling Tuesday.
First stop: I was annoyed for the second time this week (and a dozen times over the past week) by hard-headed jeepney drivers who continued to bark on passengers to get on even if they were not at the proper loading zone. I snare at them just about every morning because I am a firm believer that the way to beat their non-abiding tendencies is not to tolerate getting on a jeepney where it is improper (and I am more annoyed by passengers who are equally insensitive). Just when I was about to curse the day as I walked away from the situation when I would have to give a lecture on a public utility vehicle driver a lesson on traffic rules, somebody offers me a ride. Thanks Kaye for taking pity on your former teacher and letting her hitch on your flashy car.
Now at my office, where I look forward to a coffee date with myself, I felt glad despite the fact that I timed in 28 minutes late, because it was exam week anyway so I had plenty of time ahead to take pleasure on my latte. It was also a bonus when the canteen served choco rotti as coffee mate. Thanks canteen lady for adding to sweetness to my bland coffee life.
Just when I was about to wrap up my 15-minute coffee break, the birthday girl served puttanesca as thanksgiving. She started talking about prostitutes in Italy who were to tired to cook and just sauteed pasta that is why the pasta was called puttanesca. Thanks Di Rose for the trivia, the pasta and the opportunity that I might skip lunch today. And happy birthday again.
All these things happened at the first hour of the morning. At least there are three things to be thankful for at the first hour. They would be enough for me to go on for the rest of the day.
Good morning, Tuesday.
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